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Amethyst stretched and looked about "bored" she sighed then left.

[exit to park]

"What edvent."He asked having no idea what hes talkin about.

The red eyes that had been following Akuji for a while finally reopened. This time, in front of him. A smile shortly appeared afterwards; a sadistic, menacing smile. Slowly, the rest of the creature's body appeared. Pale skin, demonic-clawed steel boots, several smaller oriental weapons, steel claws with claws over the fingers, and spikes on the knuckles. All of the metal and cloth on his person was black. Armour crawled up his right arm, stopping at his shoulder, then finishing over his right pectoral muscle.

Adourning his face were red tattoos, similar in design to a striped animal, only the design was made to intimidate, not camouflage. His red hair was dreaded, long enough that were it not tied back in a pontytail, held in position high on the back of his head, it would trail the ground. A fishnet shirt covered his chest, and down the left arm, which wasn't as heavily armoured as his right.

The creature stared at Akuji. 'You are not worthy to be a flag-bearer of Chaos.' he spoke, his voice deep and commanding fear. Shadowy tentacles rose up, and wrapped around the other person's body, keeping him held in place. Looking to the other person, he continued smiling. 'Do not worry. I am not here for you.'

The man looked back to Akuji. 'You have caused too much disruption, and being one of the Winds of Chaos, I cannot allow you to continue to do what is rightfully to be my doing.' His right hand flew out, and grasped around Akuji's neck, lifting him up into the air.

'Do not meddle in the affairs of the mortals so, fool. It is unwise, and you will be punished. Be forewarned. The Winds of Chaos will destroy you should you fail to comply.' The creature tossed Akuji aside.

When Akuji would look back, he would no longer see the man, and the other person there would find that in the blink of an eye, the creature left, and the shadow tendrils had also vanished.

Akuji would hear one last warning, a soft whisper in his ear. 'Also, imbecile, do not attempt to inform the Lycans of New York that they should stay out of your way. They are many, and powerful. It is unwise to invoke their anger.'

A sadistic laugh would be the last thing Akuji would hear of this creature... for now.

Damon Creed ambled down the busy sidewalk. Hands in his pockets, head lowered, his shade-covered blind eyes open, but not used. The Werewolf-turned-Hunter sniffed the air, making note of subtle scents that surround him. Each sound made his ears twitch. Picking up on each wave that may pass him by, analyzing it with excruciating demand. Damon was extremely aware of his area. Not bad for a blind man.

'Mortal? Not even close.' Damon did not look up. Merely targeted that persons scent. His eyes wished to pierce their darkness, as it was an interesting scent. Damon grinned. He would take pleasure in killing this man. His ninjato is drawn, the tip of the blade point downward diagonally. Damon took a deep breath. The blind Lycan was ready to attack. But won't just yet. For now he waits. This creature that spoke to him had merited a few extra minutes. Damon was far more patient than most Werewolves, after all.